Gare Saint-Lazare


Nausea, p.220
I was looking at the pictures in a book entitled The Doctor with the Whip. There wasn't much variety about them: in most of them a tall bearded man was brandishing a riding whip above huge naked rumps. As soon as I realized it was five o'clock I threw the book back with the rest and I jumped into a taxi, which took me to the Gare Saint-Lazare.
I walked up and down the platform for about twenty minutes, then I saw them.